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Frisk braced herself for the hit. She winced and shut her eyes a split second before the alternate Sans stopped his attack. She cracked one eye open to look at him, frowning slightly as he started to laugh. She grit her teeth and tried to think of something to say, something like a plea that would get this Sans to leave them alone. Or something that could at least distract him long enough to allow her Sans to get his bearings.

Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough. She could hardly see the fast-moving threads before they were wrapped around her. She cried out in surprise, then began to struggle to get free. She pulled at the threads as best she could, though they were uncomfortably snug and held her tight. The magic that coursed through it was hot against her skin, nearly burning. She couldn't even tell if it was a real attack or not.

Whatever this Sans had in mind, Frisk was now completely helpless to it. She stared at her Sans, seeing the horror that flashed on his face just as her body was forced to move. She tried to fight against it, but found that there was nothing she could do. In fact, the thread at her neck seemed to tighten with each move she tried to fight, close to choking her. At that, she was forced to relax and be nothing but a ragdoll at the mercy of Sans' threads.

Terror ran through her as she was practically thrown in her Sans' direction. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact, yet only found the sudden warmth of magic around her, then met the harsh ground. She landed hard on her stomach and groaned.

"It's okay," she softly and quickly said in response to Sans' apology. She heard the gaster blaster and shot her eyes open to frantically look for Sans, and caught sight of him just before he teleported. She breathed a sigh of relief, though said relief was short lived as she was suddenly dragged back and lifted to the alternate Sans' side.

At that point, Frisk felt sore and dizzy. The threads held her in a position that felt uncomfortable and unnatural. She eyed the enemy warily, feeling beads of sweat gather at the sides of her head. Again, she braced herself, and swept her gaze up just in time to see her Sans return and knock his counterpart to the ground.

With the threads broken, Frisk just barely caught herself before Sans grabbed her hand and teleported her away. After that whole situation, she felt so numb that she hardly felt the negative effects the teleportation magic had on her.

"Yeah, I think so." Visibly shaken, Frisk knelt down beside Sans. "What about you?"

It's just Rick and Morty. Rick and Morty and their adventures!

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Frisk held on tight to her determination. Her heart pounded as she waited for whatever monster that was stalking them to reveal himself. She just couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity from the otherwise strange voice...And when the monster stepped forward, she knew why.

Her heart skipped a beat. It was...Sans! But not Sans. This version was different, darker in color and more sinister despite his lazy smile and tone. There was something off about him, which was clear to see but hard to explain. It was like he was glitching out, and entirely unstable.

Frisk tightened her hold on Sans. She knew there were other realities out there, entirely different versions who existed with their own timelines. How she knew, she didn't want to admit. But those were thoughts for another time.

The hatred that came from the other Sans made her stomach churn. It was a look she had seen before, but the intensity of it made her shudder. She had never seen this Sans before, she was sure of it. So why did he care what was going on in their reality?

Before she could ponder that thought, she found herself being jerked and squeezed as her Sans held her tight while dodging the attacks. By the time she was being set on the ground, she felt a little dizzy. She put a hand to her head and blinked, frozen until she saw Sans motion for her to stay. She opened her mouth to argue, but he was before she could even think of what to say.

"Sans!"

Frisk scooted to the side of the boulder and peeked around it to watch the fight. She didn't want to just sit there, but for that moment decided that Sans would be the better person to take care of this. Who else to fight Sans, than Sans himself? But this one fought differently...He used strings to guide his gaster blasters. It was unnerving to witness.

Her body went rigid as the fight continued on, her heart nearly stopping as her Sans was almost hit. That's all it would take...One hit, and it would all be over. Sans would be nothing but dust. With his lack of sleep, Frisk wasn't so confident that he was nimble and alert enough to keep dodging forever.

She put a hand to her mouth, muffling her gasp of shock, as her Sans was pinned. No...No, no, no! Her heart raced as she watched. She was no longer listening to what the other Sans had to say, as at that point she was too busy getting to her feet.

Frisk dashed forward, hurling herself away from the boulder and towards the two skeletons. Without hesitation, she flung herself in front of her Sans with her arms held out, shielding him as best she could. If she got hit, it'd be a nasty strike. But at least she wouldn't turn to dust.

"Stop! Please, just...Stop." Her determination flared, yet her eyes pleaded with the other Sans. "I know there's probably nothing I can say to make you hate me any less. But please...Don't take it out on anyone else."

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Frisk's concern didn't fade much at Sans' explanation. She could tell he was lying. She knew him far too well. But it wasn't like him to get freaked out by something other than his own nightmares and memories. It was clearly an outside source...But what could possibly be so unnerving that even Sans is scared of it?

She jumped at the sound of the voice. She froze and looked around for the source of the voice, but of course didn't find it. It was odd...The voice sounded familiar, despite its brokeness. If she could hear it again, she might be able to pinpoint who it was.

At the sound of the laughter, and Sans' quick response to it, Frisk tensed up. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, shivering for a moment before realizing how weak she was acting. Without any fighting experience in this timeline, or a decent amount of HP, Frisk was certainly no fighter.

But she could refuse to be afraid.

It had been such a long time she she faced a monster she had yet to befriend, but her determination soared. "Who are you? Show yourself!" She called, still holding onto Sans as he and her determination were the only things keeping her brave.

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Despite Frisk sleeping lightly, she didn't stir at the sudden crackling noise. It was easily swallowed up by the darkness of her dreamless rest, letting her sleep right through it and Sans' panic. If she wasn't so exhausted, she might have woken up.

What did wake her up, however, was the sudden drop in her stomach. Her chest tightened, and a horrible pressure squeezed at her head. Her stomach flipped. It all lasted for only a couple seconds, but it still left her feeling dizzy and nauseous. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

"Ugh, Sans..." She softly groaned and rubbed at her eyes, shifting around a little in his arms. "You gotta warn me when you do that." Frisk pressed her palms to her face, trying to will her pounding headache to go away. Honestly, she had no idea how Sans could stand all his teleporting.

By the sound of the rushing water, Frisk instantly knew that they were in Waterfall. Her first thought was that Sans wanted a change of scenery. Or wanted to check on his post without leaving her behind. Or he...just wanted to mess with her to lighten the mood. Either way, the very last thing she expected when she opened her eyes was to see such a serious look on the skeleton's face.

"H-Hey...What's wrong?" She glanced around. "Why are we here?"

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"Hmm, that's okay." Frisk smiled and leaned into Sans' touches. One would think a bony hand would be uncomfortable to feel against the skin, but Frisk had never considered such a thing. As far as she was concerned, being in Sans' lap was just as comfortable as being in Toriel's. His hands were soft and gentle. Though she did have to keep herself from imagining those same hands sending waves of bones and Gaster Blaster blasts through her body.

Of course, she didn't have to imagine it when it was already burned into her memory. Frisk tensed at that, but quickly relaxed when Sans spoke next.

It was a joke she had heard before, but she still cracked the biggest smile. Her laugh was tired and soft, yet it was still genuine and happy. As it died down, she nuzzled her head against Sans' chest and laughed again at his next joke.

She laughed at every joke and pun, no matter how terrible. Sometimes it wasn't the words he said, but how it was said. Sometimes it was simply because it was Sans saying it. A different person could have said the same thing in the same way, and she still wouldn't have found it very funny. Sans just had something about him that spoke to her heart and soul.

Eventually, her chuckles softened and began to fade. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon she was asleep against Sans. It wasn't a very deep sleep, so the skeleton's next words easily seeped into her mind. Upon hearing them, she cuddled closer to him.

She was going to protect him, too. And Papyrus. And everyone else. If Chara returned, Frisk was going to fight tooth and nail to save her family and this timeline. She'd do it for everyone, but especially Sans.

Pine Trees and Doritos, anyone? (Gravity Falls)

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Frisk expected to be pushed away, and was waiting for it when she felt Sans' arms wrap around her. She smiled and melted into him, feeling the warmth of his soul against her heart. She had known for a long time that her soul couldn't connect with another like a monster's could. So she couldn't exactly feel Sans' soul reaching out to hers, but she knew it was and accepted it either way. Her body relaxed.

She was just about to close her eyes, when Sans moved her onto his lap. It took her a moment to settle into the new position, but soon she was resting her head against him. She exhaled a soft, tired breath that was left over from her tears, and finally closed her eyes.

They certainly were a pair. With all the times she had come back, the different faces they had seen of each other, it was hard to deny that their bond was strong. With all the pain, tears and anger, they could still hold each other and find comfort in the other's arms.

Frisk was quiet as she contemplated Sans' joke. She cracked up at the punchline, her laughter soft and raspy from her lack of sleep. But it was genuine, nonetheless. "Nice one," she said with a lingering smile.

"Do you think Paps will forgive us if we slept in?"

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Frisk rubbed at her eyes, trying to force the tears to stop. She normally prided herself on being such a strong person, but when it came to past timelines she always fell apart. Her regrets and guilt weighed so heavily on her, and the letting out her tears only brought little relief.

She dropped her hands as she listened to Sans, and couldn't help but wince at what he said. It was hard hearing one of the people she cared about most say that he had ever hated her. She knew it, expected it, but it still stung.

But it hurt her terribly to hear what he had to say next.

Frisk snapped her head up to look at him, so shocked and terrified at his confession. Not once did she ever think that Sans would have such thoughts. Imagining him not being there...It was unthinkable! But she understood.

She continued to look at him, unable to bring her attention to anything else. Hearing about Papyrus and his stance on such a thing both warmed and broke her heart. She remembered all too well what it was like to watch him turn to dust...And not once had he been angry at her. He even said that he believed in her, and that deep down he knew she was a good person. Of all the things he could have said, that had been his final words.

Frisk broke down into more tears. She rubbed at her eyes again, yet could feel the weight in her chest decreasing. She felt terrible, but the talk was working. She could only hope that Sans was benefiting from it, too.

"I-I try to forgive myself. I just," she paused to try to collect herself. "Sometimes I just want to pop out of existence. Just be...Gone. Then no one would have to suffer from my choices." She recalled the time she had killed herself before Sans could finish her off. Rather than fall for the trick that was trying to spare him, she had taken that chance to use her knife on herself.

But that hadn't done anyone any good. She had still come back, same as before.

Frisk sighed and, before she could stop herself, leaned closer to Sans and wrapped her arms around him. As much as she wanted to give him his space at a time like this, she also wanted the comfort that only came from his hugs.